Every princess needs a handmaid

The scenario her Lady proposed was certainly not very appealing. As a wolf who was normally in the center of camp, surrounded by burly, rough men, it wasn’t something she had ever had to worry about before. She supposed it made a sort of sense. She was a handmaiden now, she was following around one wolf. There could easily be a chance that they would be out there alone and get attacked by something. It made sense, but she didn’t like it.

“Your right of course, My Lady. I will learn enough to defend you” or at least enough to buy Briar time to escape while she got eaten…

She was grateful when Art steered the conversation away from fight training, and the expression she turned to him said as much. ‘Is there anything else you wish to show me?”
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